A New Jersey couple who lost custody of their three children last year after it was learned they gave them Nazi-themed names won’t regain them any time soon.

Last week, a state appeals court cited a social services investigation that had found that Heath and Deborah Campbell suffer from numerous physical and psychological disabilities that render them unable to properly care for their children.

It certainly helps to unravel why anyone would name a son Adolf Hitler Campbell, which, when translated, means “13 years of beatings on and off the school bus.”

Their daughters are named JoyceLynn Aryan Nation Campbell and Honszlynn Hinler Jeannie Campbell.

What, no Rommel?

But at least there’s a plausible explanation for the Campbells’ wacky choices.

The same can’t be said of other parents who set up their kids for certain abuse in a bid to be provocative, funny or different.

Last year, I interviewed a woman who couldn’t remember how to spell her own baby’s name.

That’s because it had more dots, dashes and apostrophes than a coded message.

People who object to a court’s interfering with how a parent chooses to christen a child probably are people whose names don’t include a swastika or exclamation point.

Life’s tough enough. No kid should have to bear the cross of someone else’s attempt to be clever.

OUT OF THE BLUE

It’s hard to say whether Steven Slater is a folk hero or a knucklehead for his revenge-fantasy resignation from JetBlue airlines.

On its face, the veteran flight attendant’s meltdown and arrest at the end of a flight on Monday prompts an “amen” from anyone who has ever had to deal with the public.

Slater’s run-in with a passenger who stood up as the plane still was taxiing along the runway is another example of the growing number of people who dare the rest of us to take issue with their obnoxious, me-first behavior.

And what does it say about our culture in general that JetBlue prefers to hire retired cops and firefighters as flight attendants?

Bouncers, we have to suppose, are too big to fit.

Yet the industry has engendered some of the wrath it currently endures.

When airlines aren’t treating customers like cattle, they’re nickel-and-diming them to death.

Given that my last flight experience fell somewhere between a hostage-taking and the Twilight Zone, it’s really a wonder passengers and attendants don’t clash more often.